"barless" poems - Hello Poetry

Thrashing, kicking Struggling to break free. From a barless prison That's inside of me.

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Aug 17, 2023

Aug 17, 2023 at 11:31 PM UTC

ces-1

...trapped

Thrashing, kicking Struggling to break free. From a barless prison That's inside of me.

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I'm a nice guy A jolly one in fact But it seems only my emotions of hatred make it to the outside world Caging my smile in a dark barrier of misconception Giving off this false impression that I am a demoned eyed beast But I am here, somewhere beneath this hollowed mask I am here laughing,singing,playing, waiting for the day I shall be released from this barless cage And believe me the day is rapidly approaching I can feel it coursing through my veins The pure joy pumping in my blood But until the day it finally makes it way through the pores of my skin I shall sit here silently looking into the outside world, Awaiting my turn to bath in its glorious rays

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Dec 15, 2014

Dec 15, 2014 at 1:36 AM UTC

sir-poet

Until that day

I'm a nice guy A jolly one in fact But it seems only my emotions of hatred make it to the outside world Caging my smile in a dark barrier of misconception Giving off this false impression that I am a demoned eyed beast But I am here, somewhere beneath this hollowed mask I am here laughing,singing,playing, waiting for the day I shall be released from this barless cage And believe me the day is rapidly approaching I can feel it coursing through my veins The pure joy pumping in my blood But until the day it finally makes it way through the pores of my skin I shall sit here silently looking into the outside world, Awaiting my turn to bath in its glorious rays

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I slowly sway back and forth In my barless cell It's so big; I can't see the end I feel like I'm in hell Imprisoned by my own thoughts Insanity grips me tight It wants me to give in, just give up I won't; I'll fight!

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Apr 24, 2015

Apr 24, 2015 at 12:03 PM UTC

rattletaptap

Trapped

I slowly sway back and forth In my barless cell It's so big; I can't see the end I feel like I'm in hell Imprisoned by my own thoughts Insanity grips me tight It wants me to give in, just give up I won't; I'll fight!

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baths are good mourning. thinking. i'm slowly realizing where my words fit in this world, but i don't want to be defined by the limits other people put on me. i want the ness. i want the barless free. rebellion isn't what i'm looking for. it's the open space, not the empty space. it's the having, not the wanting. it's the magma, not the fireplace.

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Jan 20, 2015

Jan 20, 2015 at 10:05 PM UTC

ashewilliams

nothing

baths are good mourning. thinking. i'm slowly realizing where my words fit in this world, but i don't want to be defined by the limits other people put on me. i want the ness. i want the barless free. rebellion isn't what i'm looking for. it's the open space, not the empty space. it's the having, not the wanting. it's the magma, not the fireplace.

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I'm a nice guy A jolly one in fact But it seems only my emotions of hatred make it to the outside world Caging my smile in a dark barrier of misconception Giving off this false impression that I am a demoned eyed beast But I am here, somewhere beneath this hollowed mask I am here laughing,singing,playing, waiting for the day I shall be released from this barless cage But until that day I am just here And believe me the day is rapidly approaching I can feel it coursing through my veins The pure joy pumping in my skin Freedom is nearly here After all these years But my tactics will not change I shall sit here silently looking into the outside world, Awaiting my turn to bath in its glorious rays

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May 14, 2015

May 14, 2015 at 9:19 AM UTC

sir-poet

Beneath this shadow drenched skin

I'm a nice guy A jolly one in fact But it seems only my emotions of hatred make it to the outside world Caging my smile in a dark barrier of misconception Giving off this false impression that I am a demoned eyed beast But I am here, somewhere beneath this hollowed mask I am here laughing,singing,playing, waiting for the day I shall be released from this barless cage But until that day I am just here And believe me the day is rapidly approaching I can feel it coursing through my veins The pure joy pumping in my skin Freedom is nearly here After all these years But my tactics will not change I shall sit here silently looking into the outside world, Awaiting my turn to bath in its glorious rays

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I realize now. I am at that age Temper is a barless cage Like having both an inner accomplice And a judge giving you a life-sentence

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Feb 21, 2021

Feb 21, 2021 at 10:41 AM UTC

labyrinth-1

Temper

I realize now. I am at that age Temper is a barless cage Like having both an inner accomplice And a judge giving you a life-sentence

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The morning light is judgement day. Like life's lingering memorial to inadequacy, it is a death determined on slow demise. Exacerbated exhaustion, £s pounding your brain and taxing souls. Bedroom shade, blissful sheets and bold coffee are barless enclosures, like spindles patient for a maiden's finger.

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Jul 3, 2025

Jul 3, 2025 at 7:29 AM UTC

rayan-1

The Anatomy of Isolation

The morning light is judgement day. Like life's lingering memorial to inadequacy, it is a death determined on slow demise. Exacerbated exhaustion, £s pounding your brain and taxing souls. Bedroom shade, blissful sheets and bold coffee are barless enclosures, like spindles patient for a maiden's finger.

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